By Tayler, age 14, California
Editor's note: This original story will be posted in chapters over the next few issues. Based on this first installment, it looks like an exciting and well written story, and I can't wait for more!
There it was. The pink positive sign sitting on my bathroom counter. I could not believe that this cheap piece of plastic had decided my fate. One night of fun, and now I was faced with teenage pregnancy. How was I going to tell him? Would he leave me? I hoped not, because I needed him more than ever. I curled up and cried. I didn't know what to do. I was only eighteen. How was I going to be a mother? I had to ... I had to be there for this baby. I made the mistake. Now it was my job to take care of him or her.
I pulled out my cell phone. Absentmindedly I wrote a message: I have to talk to you. Can we meet somewhere? Soon?
I checked my phone ... no response. Did he already know? Had he already abandoned me? I thought to myself, Please respond, Jeremy, please. I can't do this alone. Within seconds my phone vibrated. I flipped it open to see his response: Is everything okay? I'm coming to your house.
I punched in a fumbled response, not knowing how to word it: I'm in trouble ... I'll be outside. I grabbed the test and put it in my bag.
He pulled up in front of my house. I tried my best to make myself look presentable. He came to my door. "Babe, are you okay?"
"Let's drive somewhere. I need to gather my thoughts." He took me to his truck. It was big enough for a car seat. I was glad he was there holding my hand. I got into the car, and we pulled away. We drove for a while until I started to cry. He looked over at me.
"Please don't leave me," I heard him mutter to himself. He pulled over at a park. I opened my bag and pulled out the test. My eyes filled up with tears. My hands shook. He looked down and then wrapped me in his arms.
"We can do this. You're going to be alright," he said reassuringly. "I think my parents will help us out. We can live in the guest house until we find an apartment. I am so sorry I did this to you. I am not going to abandon you."
"Oh, thank God!" was the only understandable phrase I could get out.
"I love you, Amy. We are going to be okay."
"I love you too, Jeremy." I tossed the test out the window. I don't have to worry right now, I thought. He's not going anywhere. "So how are we going to tell our parents?"